John Trudell & Jesse Ed Davis - Rich Man's War lyrics

Rich man's war Industrial streets Cla** lines money talks Turning language to paper pieces Rich man's war Free man society Raging violent insecurity Nuclear man nuclear woman Unclear how to act Rich man's war Pershing's cruising Europe America - Russia Governmental nuclear views Industrial allies cutting the world As though they cannot see blood flowing Rich man's war Central America bleeding Wounds same as Palestine and Harlem Three Mile Island and El Salvador Pine Ridge and Belfast Rich man's war Attacking human Attacking being Attacking earth Attacking tomorrow Rich man's war Thinking of always war Thinking of always war With machines for ancestors New unborn generations Chemical umbilical cords Are only wiring In your electrical progress Human lives burnt offerings To the God Greed With lies for ancestors There is no truth in some futures Rulers of minds feeding next Generation souls to the Control machine Sacrifice ritual for the Prophet technology With isolation for ancestors There's only the present Bought by the credit material uses Forging chains binding you to destruction Compliments of your deities The industrial priests No more than neon flash Trying hiding in eon mask Have to face who we really are Some point we have no choice Distant star distant light In real world we are human being In shadow of real world We are being human Eon mask for neon flash Distant thunder distant cloud Pa**ions reign Drenched in possession What we take is hard to do What we do is hard to take Some ones are crazy or Maybe we take turns Dreaming about some kind of life We say it could have been different But it wasn't because we weren't No matter what it turns out the same Lot of things we said weren't true Industrial stories In an electric instant Eon mask Neon flash neon flash Thing is nihilistic desires Civil lies gone insane Didn't imagine it turning out like this Some things start good and go bad Some things get bad and stay bad Are we caught in between Living a lie or not living at all Eliminated choices Lost in dreams we let go Memories we never got to have Something else to think about Waking up in industrial society Surrounded by angry days Going through motions of not being Wanting the best but not expecting it Surviving paid for in dreams Feeling like a world alone Serving God with the Devil to pay Feeling like something in no place What goes on in Hell anyway? Thing is it has to do with heart We have to understand what hearts Are for before we can get back To heaven or paradise Or the power of our mind